| Charity:
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| Where am I going?
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| And what will I find?
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| What’s in this grab-bag that I call my mind?
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| What am I doing alone on the shelf?
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| Ain’t it a shame,
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| No one’s to blame, but myself…
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| Which way is clear?
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| When you’ve lost your way year after year?
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| Do I keep falling in love
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| For just the kick of it?
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| Staggering through the thin and thick of it,
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| Hating each old and tired trick of it.
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| Know what I am,
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| I’m good and sick of it!
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| Where am I going?
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| Why do I care?
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| Run to the Bronx, or Washington Square,
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| No matter where I run I meet myself there,
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| Looking inside me, what do I see?
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| Anger and hope and doubt,
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| What am I all about?
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| And where am I going?
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| You tell me!
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| Where am I going?
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| Why do I care?
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| Run to the Bronx, or Washington Square,
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| No matter where I run I meet myself there,
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| Looking inside me, what do I see?
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| Anger and hope and doubt
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| What am I all about?
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| And where am I going?
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| You tell me! |